Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 717: The Young Master’s Jar of Vinegar Overturns Again

Chapter 717: Chapter 717: The Young Master’s Jar of Vinegar Overturns Again

Abigail, feeling a little guilty, turned back and saw that the man lying on the bed was also looking at her.

Their eyes met for a moment, and both were startled.

"The needle is off; let me adjust it for you," Abigail said, meeting his intense gaze. She understood the emotions swirling in those eyes all too well. She involuntarily bit her lip and gave a random response, her earlier intention to torment the man dissipating almost completely. She turned her head and gripped the last silver needle anew.

Then, Abigail awkwardly realized she had been so focused on getting back at this man that she hadn’t noticed their current predicament.

Looking down at the man’s bare chest and his lying posture, then at her loose casual dress, her earlobes turned pink. She forced herself to calm down and inserted the last needle.

Brandon Piers let out a muffled grunt, not because of the pain but because Abigail’s accidental touch on his soft chest skin while inserting the needle in the deep night left him increasingly tense.

Meanwhile, Abigail had her back to him due to the needle insertion, her tightened buttocks’ curves and slender white legs were entrancing.

A man who had only recently become active after the first night, now forced to separate, looked at the torturous scene before him and sighed quietly: What human suffering is this?

"It’s done," Abigail said, keenly hearing the slightly heavy breathing behind her. She inserted the last needle, then got up nimbly and dusted off her hands.

Brandon Piers looked at the silver needles on his body, then at the petite woman standing beside him, "What now?"

"What else?" Abigail ignored a certain person’s overly intense reaction and shrugged.

Brandon Piers looked disappointed, "I thought you’d use the needles to immobilize me and play some dominant game."

This disappointed tone, what did it mean?

Abigail thought she had been too soft-hearted just now, making this man less rational.

"Stay by yourself." Abigail, with a flushed face, snapped angrily, turning and entering the bathroom.

Brandon Piers watched Abigail’s back with a joyful smile, only for his eyelids to start to droop as he laughed. He tried to hold on but fell asleep before Abigail came out of the bathroom.

After finishing her bath, Abigail walked to the bedside while drying her hair and saw the man already asleep with steady breathing. Her eyebrows raised slightly.

After removing the needles, Abigail lay sideways next to Brandon Piers, gazing at his extraordinarily handsome face, kissed him gently, and closed her eyes.

Brandon Piers slept until the sky turned light. His brows furrowed slightly. He had slept incredibly well, not even remembering how he fell asleep. He turned to look at Abigail’s serene sleeping face. Moving slightly, there was no pain. Instead, several hours of deep sleep had left him feeling very refreshed.

After Brandon handed Abigail over to Benjamin Jones, he hadn’t slept well for several days. Glancing at the needles that had long been removed, he thought of a possibility.

Abigail had been helping him with his insomnia.

Those exaggerated needle placements last night were actually for his benefit.

His heart was warmed by this realization. He turned carefully and kissed the little woman who had rolled into his arms at some point, got up reluctantly, and left quietly.

The villa area was extremely quiet at five in the morning. Brandon Piers left from the underground garage. After getting in the car, he quickly disassembled and reassembled the watch on his wrist. In no time, any traces related to him were entirely erased, as if he had never been there.

But cautious as he was, he overlooked the villa opposite Abigail’s.

Benjamin Jones didn’t notice any anomalies in the surveillance, nor did he see Brandon Piers, but he had a natural-born hunter’s keen instincts.

He felt Abigail was different today.

The gloom that had permeated Abigail for the past few days had suddenly vanished. Her smile was pure and natural when she saw him, not a forced happiness.

"Good news?" Benjamin Jones, holding a gift box, sensed the change the moment he saw Abigail and asked casually.

"Huh? Not having to go to class, does that count?" Abigail hadn’t expected such a question from Benjamin Jones and hesitated a bit before answering somewhat guiltily.

Benjamin Jones looked at her, and a hint of amusement appeared on his stern face, "I never thought the Top Ten Students would be so happy about skipping class."

Abigail was embarrassed, "What student in the world loves going to class? Oh wait, you’re the exception."

"Well, ugly people need to read more," Benjamin Jones said, putting down the gift box and adding, "You don’t need to."

Abigail tilted her head slightly, curiously observing Benjamin Jones’ subtle expression, was this big block of wood just complimenting her beauty?

Indeed, the sun had risen from the West.

Feeling slightly uneasy under Abigail’s gaze, Benjamin Jones said, "A housewarming gift. Open it and see."

"You found the house and housekeeper for me; isn’t it too polite to give me a gift too!" Though Abigail said this, her hands were honestly unwrapping the gift.

She had a natural closeness to Benjamin, like family.

"It’s different." Benjamin Jones actually wanted to give her a gift as a lover would, but he knew it would scare her, so he settled for the next best thing.

Abigail opened the gift to find a new type of robot vacuum cleaner developed by the most popular domestic tech company, ROSE. Its pink color and exquisite craftsmanship were very eye-catching, instantly likable. She eagerly followed the instructions to set it up and soon heard a human-like voice, "Hello, Master!"

"Do you like it?" Benjamin Jones watched Abigail’s bright eyes, remembering how she used to be so happy with a small gift.

"I like it," Abigail nodded enthusiastically.

"That’s good. You can input the family members’ ages and appearances, and it will recognize them automatically." Benjamin Jones’ stern face had traces of softness.

Abigail smiled, "That’s awesome? You always liked to give me high-tech gadgets. I never thought you’d give me a robot vacuum cleaner now."

"Teddy’s young, and you only have one housekeeper; it would be too much." Benjamin Jones explained lightly.

"So, Benjamin is the most considerate. I’ll treat you to dinner tonight." Abigail smiled brightly, feeling like she was back in high school.

Benjamin Jones looked at Abigail’s smiling face and wondered quietly to himself: I’m so considerate, but you’ve never been moved.

Unfortunately, Abigail, focused on the robot, missed his subtle expression.

"Okay, I’ll come after work."

"Alright, go get busy," Abigail said, waving her hand as she checked the time.

Benjamin Jones nodded, but as soon as he exited the villa, he dialed a number, "Keep a close eye on the Moon Lake area these nights."

Abigail knew nothing of this. She was engrossed in studying the robot vacuum cleaner, finding it a very smart gadget. It could avoid obstacles, find its own charging station, and recognize family members after setup.

Thus, Teddy had a new friend, gleefully playing with Pinky and the others all afternoon.

Brandon Piers watched all this through Threo’s footage, feeling extremely displeased. He suddenly looked up at Kelvin Max, who was reporting something, "Abigail moved, did you send a housewarming gift?"

Kelvin Max’s hand paused, "Second young master, isn’t it... inappropriate?" With things so tense between you and the young mistress, who has moved out of Moon Lake Manor, no, in others’ eyes, been driven away, won’t sending a housewarming gift as your assistant be seen as mocking her?

But Brandon Piers didn’t think so at all. Instead, he looked at Pullan, who stood by the door with folded arms and a neutral expression, "What about you?"

Pullan, "..." Second young master, this is really inappropriate!

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